Nancy Botwin is my Spirit Animal

Surviving to the next level on
beginner's luck, bit of pluck
Crawling from the suburban sea
of blonde toned trim sorority girls
to a desert island with a turntable
and no power outlets

Build a boat, kind of floats
An oar washes ashore,
Take those disks
Natives in mercedes will cash in
Just need the packaging
Build a brand, get on instagram
Make it a cool they can buy
Because million dollar deals on iphones is their high
Real life's so lonely

So at Club Med the natives
can't keep their credit cards cool
And they don't have existential grief they can't spend away or
work out with a personal trainer whose pecs wink
and has the backside of a Greek god

Dodge the hand that tries to collar your throat with Tiffany diamonds
Handcuff you with a Rolex.
Smoke hash with the Mexican waiter and board a cruise ship
leaving for Great Bahama isle.
Fine accommodations, sleeping on deck
So much mangosteen thrown away
It'd feed Zimbabwe. It feeds you.
When you step ashore, real life's so lonely
What was that all for?